_And you wanted me to examine it! So I'd be sure to hire you and Beecher and take you with me to Saturn. That was the reason you posed as explorers, so Titan Settlers would give you a free ride to the vicinity of X!_ "I broke into your room last night, Fayette, and made a copy of the map." _And you left it wide open for me, so I could put my Unterzuyder brains to work deciphering it!_ "And now that I've deciphered the map--" That shocked her. "You _did_? But Daddy figured out it was made roughly 50,000 years ago!" His heart fell to the bottom of his stomach. The Beechers hadn't got over that stumbling block either. He'd made a mistake in trying to pump her. He smiled feebly. But salvage _something_ out of it! "50,000 years," he said druggedly, "seems to be correct--" She was on her feet, laughing half hysterically. "You're trying to say the Unterzuyders invented a time-machine? That they aren't hibernating at all? After all the trouble we've gone to--" She giggled. "That's rich, Ralph--" Female instability. He held her tightly. A lie, a good solid lie. His heart raced. Bigger Bailes. "Of course not, dear. The whole idea of a time-machine is fantasy--" _Is it?_ "--and it'll make you feel better to know the map is purely contemporary. You noticed the ship changed course? Well, dear, we are headed toward X!" She pushed away, her eyes amazed. "And," he added happily, "you will also be glad to know that you and I and your father are going to collect the reward for finding the hibernaculum!" "_Really_, Ralph? That was your intention all along? You weren't going to _free_ them? Oh, I was hoping so hard you were going only after the reward--" She switched her glance over his shoulder. Pity wrenched her face. Something hit Ralph Unterzuyder hard on the back of the head. He fell straight down ten thousand miles, and lay there for quite a while studying patterns of light that squirmed in his head. * * * * * Captain Foshag was dragging him to a chair. His tufted eyebrows came close. He put a slopping cloth on Unterzuyder's forehead. He said, "For the time, you're a prisoner in this cabin. I trust the experience will teach you some truths. Wickedness secretes various poisons in the body, particularly the heart and the liver. Change your ways, and you may indeed live a long life!" The door burst open and Beecher lunged in. His shrewd eyes rested on Unterzuyder. "Sorry I had to bop you, Unterzuyder," he said in clipped accents. "But it was the best way to get you out of the picture and keep you from talking to Bigger Bailes. You might have messed up the works. As it was, we told him the truth." "The truth?" "Certainly. You admitted it to Fayette. That you'd figured out the orbit and present position of X. He got the course from Foshag and made us turn around toward Titan again. Then he took off for X. So we're whipped. But at least it kept us from being looted."